I walk through the forest full of trees,

brave ants triumph through the bitterness of winter,

with lots of flowers full of bees,

Ow! I got a splinter.

If you dare to look it will begin to clear,

If you listen closely you will hear sound,

Just look at the birds around, 

put on a cheer.

Oh nature, such a precious treasure.

your beauty is unbound,

You can't be measured by pleasure,

we see you underground.

Trees sway in the rhythmic wind,

Every day I saw you grow.

You are mossy-chinned,

Nature what are you?